Unspoken: A collection of poetry

Closed

I had closed the book
Which held the seeds of our memories
Planted in the middle of pale pages
And framed inside for ages

They won't live
They'd die
I believed

But,
Today my eyes accidentally fell
On the drawer which had many secrets to tell
From years it was untouched
So I could see it covered with dust

Remnants of past crawled slowly
Onto my palm slightly
And then spread over me
It was the knob which I could see

A twist and turn and then a pull toward me
I found flowers blooming
In the book I had closed
Which held seeds of our memories